I enjoyed all four, but French Milk was probably my least favourite. I wanted it to be more about food and found it to be mainly about moping about in Paris.

Both of Eddie Huang’s memoirs were entertaining and interesting, and I’m excited to to see what he comes out with next. He’s an acquired taste, but if you can deal with his personality he does have a lot to offer.

My favourite of the bunch was Heat, which surprised me. I held off reading it for quite a while thinking that it wasn’t really my thing, but the amount of research he did and the quality of his writing won me over. It reminded me of how much I enjoy food writing when it’s done well.